A/N: YES! I got a ton of reviews! Haha I was sooo excited. You guys are amazing. And don't worry—I'm not withholding posts (obviously) enjoy! Oh-and because of all your reviews I can safely tell you that no…Tonks and Remus will not be getting back together (because I simply don't like her and I don't feel it is ruining any of my plot to tell you this). But I can't promise that both men won't be getting a lot of trouble handed to them from former flames.

After the shower, Hermione changed into a black tank top and a pair of dark jeans. They weren't hers though; they were brand new and she was becoming increasingly amused at how new clothes seemed to randomly appear in her closet. She made a mental note to talk about it with Sirius before she went to find Remus.

He was sitting in the living room on his favored half of the long leather couch. She couldn't help but immediately crawl into his lap and hug him.

"Finally," he smiled at her as he rubbed his nose against hers and she grinned at the sweet little gesture.

"I missed you."

"And I you…" Remus held her close to him, taking in the clean scent of her skin after the shower.

"And as much as I am thrilled that my two favorite people are reunited, we need to put your grotesquely adorable cuddling session on hold for a moment," Sirius' voice interrupted their moment as he strode into the living room looking all business even though he was just wearing a pair of jeans and a faded grey shirt. He flopped onto the opposite end of the couch; revealing his childishly playful side for a moment before giving the couple a stern stare.

"What is so important that you feel the need to interrupt my time with my love?" Remus asked, clearly agitated. Hermione cuddled up closer to the werewolf, her fingers absently playing with the ends of his sandy brown hair.

"Ah, Remus…always a step ahead of me." Sirius smiled and Hermione just rolled her eyes, clearly knowing the direction this conversation was headed.

"You've had her since we've been back!"

"Correction, Ginny occupied her for most of the night…" Sirius continued, and their bickering was driving Hermione up the wall.

"Enough boys! This is so immature of both of you. I refuse to fight about the time I spend with either of you. I try my best but sometimes life just happens—and to be completely honest, I spend more time with both of you than I ever did with Ron," Hermione said and both men were a little taken aback by the fact that she had willingly brought her ex up in conversation.

"You lived with him too…"Sirius reminded her, testing the waters.

"Yes, but he had a full time job. Unlike you, Sirius. And I didn't work with him either," she said, turning to Remus, "It's getting a bit much. I know it is unconventional, but sometimes I just want to be the girl that just happens to have two boyfriends and doesn't have to fight with them about fighting over me!" she stood up from Remus' lap.

"Where are you going?" Lupin asked, looking up at her like a lost little soul.

"To make myself breakfast…see, I can't go anywhere without the two of you questioning it!" she huffed and clomped her feet purposefully into the kitchen, making sure she opened and closed the cupboard doors loudly.

Sirius was floored. He had thought they had a wonderful morning. And now she was flying around the flat yelling at them. Remus looked just as shocked.

"It's impossible for the three of us to have a normal conversation together anymore," Remus sighed, "Look, Pads, I know you were trying to figure some things out that honestly need to be—"

"Yeah, that disintegrated quickly," Sirius rubbed his temples and tried to ignore the angry banging about Hermione was still doing in the kitchen, "Moony, I know you want to mark her, and we need to talk about it sooner or later. With her or without her."

Remus lowered his eyes. He remembered a very similar conversation happening about 6 months ago. But obviously, this one was more high-stakes between the two best friends.

"It's different this time. It is much, much stronger," Remus sighed, closing his eyes instead of looking at the disappointed Sirius, who in all honesty was afraid the werewolf would say that.

"How hard is it to control?"

"Hard. Sex is out of the question for me. The last time…I almost lost it. And I couldn't stand to make a mistake and force her into a life with me…" his scarred face looked so solemn as he said it.

"Any girl would be lucky to be with you for the rest of their lives. And besides that, I think the reason Hermione is so pissy is because you will barely touch her!"

"Well, I can't risk anything Pads…"

"What if…" Sirius began and the tone of his voice was both dark and curious. Lupin caught on immediately. It was something they had both initially considered, but pushed out of their minds when they had fallen separately in love with her.

"No." Remus shook his head, "There's too much between all of us now. Sex with all three of us could be disastrous."

Sirius considered it, there was a high possibility that Hermione would never agree to it, and after all, there was only one reason Sirius had brought it up, "But she wants you, and I can make sure nothing happens—that you don't mark her."

Remus looked like he was starting to contemplate it. The idea both thrilled and scared both of them, but they were shaken from their thoughts when Hermione came back into the living room holding a bowl of oatmeal with berries. Sirius couldn't help but crack a smile that her breakfast habits matched Remus'. He himself was more of an eggs, bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes man.

"How was taking your anger out on the kitchen, my dear?" Remus asked, kissing her forehead.

"Helpful, actually," she said curtly, and both men could tell she was in a rare mood.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the apartment. It startled all three of them, and since she had never heard it, Hermione forgot they even had a muggle phone. Sirius got up and answered it after a few rings.

"Shit…are you serious?" his voice had turned from joking around with them to arrogant and angry, "Yes, send him up first…alone. Then wait ten minutes and send her up… Yes, yes give her the code and after she's in the lift immediately change it to 0919…do you understand? Good…"

Hermione and Remus exchanged concerned looks, but she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat when he told whoever he was speaking to to change the penthouse code to her birthday…which immediately after made her stomach turn as she realized the big event was in two weeks' time. She always hated her birthday because she hated the attention being on her.

Sirius hung up and looked exhausted just from the phone conversation, "Apparently there is a bit of a media riot downstairs. Our hideaway has been leaked to the press and it's a mess down there. Thank Merlin Tom down there at the front desk is one of us or this would be a huge disaster."

Sirius paced around the living room until there was a knock on the door. He disappeared and then re-appeared into the living room with a shell-shocked Harry.

"You are all lucky the people in the lobby think one of you is a British movie star and not a bloody wizard," Harry stated immediately. He looked like he had been jostled about, "I just wanted to come and ask Hermione if she wanted to come to Molly's for dinner and I show up and the place is crawling with people from all the tabloids—and Skeeter…"

"That's right, Rita's back on the Prophet's payroll…fuck," Remus rolled his eyes. Hermione put the pieces together and realized that the person that would be heading up after Harry—the person Sirius wanted the key code changed for—was Rita Skeeter. She wanted an interview. The brunette took her cue and went and fetched her jacket and bag, returning ready to leave with Harry.

"Go on Remus, you can go too…"Sirius told him. As much as the animagus didn't want to face the nosiest witch in the world alone, he knew that it was better off if she wasn't making rude slurs at Remus for being a werewolf. She was very prejudiced in that way, always had been. This wasn't their first round with Skeeter.

"Thanks, Pads, I actually have an errand to run. And I owe you," Lupin added, standing up. He took off his heavier jacket, placing it on the coat rack by the door and just leaving on his lighter blazer.

"You owe me more time with my girlfriend…" Sirius finished the deal and as Hermione blushed, Remus nodded in agreement. All three of them said their goodbyes and walked out of the front door. Two 'pops' later and Sirius knew they were all gone.

Rita Skeeter knocked on the door obnoxiously and he waited a few long minutes before he picked himself up on the couch to get it. He turned on the aristocratic side of him that he tried to only use on rare occasions but this time forgot all about hospitality and politeness. She clicked in on towering heels in a disgusting chartreuse ensemble as Sirius purposefully neglected to offer her anything to drink and flopped back down on the leather couch, leaving her to the chair in the corner of the living room.

"Half an hour. That's it. And everyone gets out of the fucking lobby or I will make sure you never have a job in journalism ever again, do I make myself clear?" Black growled, but she looked unperturbed. She just flourished her magicked quill and smiled her snarky, snake-like smile. She looked so much older, and she wasn't aging well. Her face that she had obviously tried to glamour with spells looked positively horrific.

"Always so generous Mr. Black…or can I call you Sirius?" she purred.

"Mr. Black," he deadpanned and she huffed a bit, adjusting the hem of her dress.

"Well then, Mr. Black…as I am sure you are well aware, everyone is clamoring for an interview with you since you are no longer single…and I was hoping that Miss Granger would be here…"

"She's out."

"Ah, well, too bad. So how long has this torrid affair of your and Miss Granger's gone on? A year? Two? I've heard three…"

"If I hear the word 'torrid' one more time I will put you in a body bind curse and leave you here while I go into town for lunch," he rolled his eyes at her and she changed her tactic.

"So, you wouldn't describe your relationship with Miss Granger as tumultuous? We all know you have quite the temper. And since she broke poor Weasley's heart…" Skeeter tut-tutted, jotting something down.

"Pardon?"

"She broke up with Ron Weasley, for you."

"If we are going to do this fucking farce of an interview you are going to do it right. And I will check, and if one fact is wrong or misconstrued my prior threat stands. Now let me make it clear that Ronald Weasley broke up with her. And we did not start seeing each other till after that time." Sirius was at the edge of his temper, the one thing he couldn't deny he had.

"I've also heard rumors that Miss Granger and you have a very open relationship?"

"Meaning…?"

"Meaning she is sleeping with one Remus John Lupin—Professor of Defense at Hogwarts where she is currently employed. Also a werewolf and your best friend from your Hogwarts years…" Rita looked up at him from over her horn rimmed glasses. He had quite forgotten that the bitch new everything about everyone.

"That is false. Remus lives here with me and Hermione. But there is nothing going on," his tone was deathly serious. The last thing he wanted was a man-hunt on his best friend.

"And the sex?"

Sirius nearly choked.

"Mr. Black, inquiring minds need to know if Miss Granger really is that good in bed…" her smile was positively evil.

"Personal questions only. My girlfriend speaks for herself, I don't speak for her and I will not comment on her sexual prowess," Sirius stated but he couldn't help but give Rita a loaded wink.

"Girlfriend…interesting," she hummed, "Mr. Black do you find that giving up your life of excess has rendered you any less of a man?"

"What the fuck kind of question is that?" he roared. He was really getting very irritated. His eyes were glued on the clock, and the time wasn't moving fast enough.

"A personal one, like you asked."

"I like to think I have changed from the man I once was…"

"Is that so? Because only three months ago you were seen leaving one of your more favored whore houses with a girl on your arm. And that was only a little bit before Miss Granger, was it not?"

"Weeks before."

"But still…. It's hardly been enough time to really say you've renounced your old ways. After all, you've been like this since your last girlfriend Marlene…"

Sirius stood up from the couch, towering over Rita, "OUT. Time's up, interview is over!"

"Ohh, touched a nerve did I?" she simpered, standing up and putting away her notepad and quill.

"If you so much as publish anything other than a fluffy, romantic piece about Hermione and I, I would sleep with one eye open Skeeter," he warned her as he ushered her out of the room.

"It's threats like that that got you locked up in the first place Black," she smiled up at him in an unnerving way.

"Out." He said once again, slamming the door in her face.

A/N: Like all love stories, there will be ups and downs. And the next few chapters are going to be trying for our two lovely men and the wonderful Hermione. So let's just all hold hands and stick with them as they get through it. This story isn't even close to being over, so I hope you all are with me for the long haul. Reviews welcomed!